Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.